3 times a charm

Another great weekend was followed again by the dread of Monday morning coming. I actually considered the fact I may be mildly depressed, as we travelled down to the York designer outlet on Sunday in the car. I was going down there to look for a new dress for Kerrys' up and coming birthday party, but I was disappointed as I couldn't find a thing. I'd found some lovely gold sandals online at "Beyond Skin" but I'm trying to find an alternative that is cheaper than the very steep £151 price tag. Graeme was more successful than me and got a new bow tie and cumberbund, and he also got a new trackie top.

We came home and I looked at Facebook to see how many people had posted about the London Marathon. Despite not being in the slightest bit bothered that I didn't get through the ballot, I found myself feeling gutted I wasn't there. I was very surprised to read practically everyone I knew had a bad race. I saw a big number of people reporting cramps. I know how that feels!

We watched the Formula 1 racing and Graeme looked absolutely ill. He had eaten a substantial amount of dairy and meat over the weekend and he said he thought the change in diet had probably made him feel rubbish. Luckily there was a lot of fruit and veg and good stuff in the house so he started to eat all of that.

Today I woke up and was determined to cheer myself up. I ate well and planned the days food with enough to take account of the training I was going to start. I decided on 30 minutes deep water running after work, however as I was driving home I felt I just didn't want to go. I began to turn off for home and then forced myself to drive on towards the swimming baths. I then got to another junction and turned for home only to tell myself off and turn back around. I had that "I will start tomorrow" attitude, but tomorrow never comes, does it? The next time I almost gave up on the plan for training was only 1 turn away from the swimming baths. I drove straight past it with the intention of going around the block towards home, but then I gave myself a good talking to and finally got into the baths, into my training gear and into the pool. I did 30 minutes and found it very easy, which is surprising considering I've done nothing for ages.

I feel a lot better too. I'm glad I went. Maybe getting back to some sort of training routine will make me feel better in myself too. I ordered some hemp protein today so I can make my own recovery drink. All I need now is for my foot to get better!